His Touch - Sex Stories

His Touch

"I'm going to touch you," he said to me.

I could feel my whole body react to those five little words. His voice sounded pleasant in my ear, barely more than a whisper, but still so deep. I don't think that he meant to be overheard by the other people standing nearby. His voice was the only thing that has touched me, he has kept his hands to himself. Although his hands didn't reach out for me, his body radiated a heat that I could feel. The smell of his cologne was filling my nostrils. I was sure he only wore it to make himself more desirable to the women he would meet tonight, but not overpowering. Unlike his statement.

It was a statement. Not a question or request to touch me. Just a statement from him, about what would, without a doubt, happen to me that night. How far would he go in touching me? How will he touch me? Who would know that he was doing it? When would he begin? All of these questions started flooding my mind, but I never asked because I knew that he wasn't going to give me any answers. He was walking away, to the other side of the room.

I waited for him to make eye contact. To confirm what I had heard. My breathing had quickened in that moment of his passing. Realizing that I had been holding it, I slowly exhaled. He continued to move away only stopping to say hello to someone who had come into the room. I waited for him to turn around. To look at me. But then I realized that looking wasn't what he was going to do. Touching is what he said, not ...

... looking.

I released the tight grip I was holding on my glass. Raising it to my lips, I began to drink the cool liquid inside. The champagne bubbles were floating to the surface and tickling the roof of my mouth.

My friend caught my eye and gave a little nod. "Doing ok?" she mouthed to me. I simply nodded. Judging by the way she was looking at me I could tell she didn't see him talking to me.

I slid off of the stool I had been sitting on. Had it not been under my butt, I'm sure that I would have crumbled to the ground from my legs feeling weak from him walking by. My glass was nearly gone. I felt steadier, and sure of myself, so I got down and crossed over to the table of food.

Something to eat was what I need now. Perhaps a few bites of something will help the butterflies flying around in my stomach after seeing him. Besides, I was feeling a bit lightheaded all of a sudden. It must be this wine I looked down at the glass. Draining it, I placed it aside and grabbed a plate.

It would be my last glass of the night, my only glass in fact. I didn't like to drink at these things it made my head foggy and made me dizzy. It was harder to stay focused. I always want to retain my senses and my control, in groups like this. But I had just lost that. His declaration of intention had drained all but my ability to stay upright. I planned on getting it back.

The strawberry I had on my plate felt plump under my finger and thumb. I squeezed it slightly. Its flesh firm and yet ...